Geralt, unaware of what precisely Jo is thinking about, briefly considers books in the bunker. Which, mm. Maybe. Would that work? It's true the contents would only originate from what Dean knows, but it's equally true that Dean may subconsciously know things that he hasn't yet considered relevant or pieced together.

He tilts his head. "A start will do."

There's a pause, a moment where he isn't sure where this conversation puts them. Allies? Mutual interests? Nothing that suits a label, really. And true. He did ask her here to talk about Dean. He could end it there. But he doesn't like leaving what happened unacknowledged, and he doesn't like how he reacted to her words that day, the way he lost his temper. There's a difference, to him, between being rightfully angry and...that.

Maybe it feels especially important when so many look for him to be a certain thing. A certain monster.

"Wait." Whether she's moving to leave or still seated, Geralt finds himself looking up to catch her gaze. "I am sorry. For putting a blade to you. You were out of line. But so was I."